PoemsBrowse PoemsSlamsFresh DropEchoes
LearnWriting TipsPoetry TermsPoets & ArtistsBooksFor Teachers
ExplorePoetry GenomePoem MapEchoesTake ActionGroups
AboutWrite a PoemDonateSign UpLog In

Her Shell #2


She is coming out of her shell In the midst of all the hell Can't you tell That she's a NYC Follower of Jesus Christ? Not no southern bell No she doesn't like too Much partyin Or too much drugs Or alcohol No she never attended a ball Christ kept her safe From all pimps and prostitutes His blood kept her from Being caught Yes they still try to put my Life up for sale behind my back They think I got a paper With the word"RETARDED" Stuck on my back Well I know that the Bible says Who I am and dats why I Don't follow the crowd Cuz I know that one minute The crowd will smile in Your face Then behind your back Beat you with a rod
©All Rights Reserved

Something wrong with this poem?

Share

Replies are closed for this poem.

Your Poem's Voice

See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.

Comments (0)

No comments yet. Be the first to share your thoughts.

Log in to leave a comment.